Chapter 126: Where’s the chicken dinner?
Liaoran hummed a little tune and started to pack up the stall.
The old Taoist priest walked over.
"Brother, are you closing your stall already? Isn't it still early?" The old Taoist's lips were a little swollen and his speech was a little slurred.
He is still persisting despite being a patient. Does that mean he is not competing?
The old Taoist priest was a little proud. Was he admitting defeat because he saw he couldn't compete?
Liaoran was very proud. He had already earned 1 billion yuan, so why would he set up a shabby stall to make a few cents?
"Didn't you hear it just now?" The sound reminder of the money arrival set on Master Liangran's mobile phone was so loud that it could be heard to the other side of the fifty-meter-wide road!
The old Taoist priest was puzzled, "So-and-so Bao, 1 billion has arrived?"
"Hmm?" I'm just asking you if you're awesome or not?!
"Come on! Isn't that a random setting? I even set a reminder tone for when 10 billion yuan arrived! It's the same reason why I can't even afford the medical expenses! Stop pretending to be such a big shot!" The old Taoist priest didn't believe it.
Le Ran paused as he packed up his things. "What? You don't believe it?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" The old Taoist priest looked very shrewd.
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. "How about a bet?"
"Just gamble, do you think I'm afraid of you? Stop pretending! I don't believe it. Someone's fortune teller can give you 1 billion! You wouldn't even dream of doing that! What are you betting on?!" The old Taoist priest was very angry.
Liao Ran asked tentatively, "Eight hundred yuan?"
He saw the old Taoist's eyes evade, which seemed to exceed his expectations! "500?!"
The old Taoist gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"
Don't think he's easy to fool, isn't he just pretending to be rich?! You old bald donkey! I have to expose your true colors today!
"Take out five hundred first. I'm afraid you'll cheat!" Liangran looked at the old Taoist priest with suspicion.
The old Taoist priest was so angry that he blew his beard. He rummaged through his pockets and finally gathered 499. "How about betting 499? Or transfer the money?"
Clearly, "499 is fine!"
He refused to transfer the money because he was afraid that the Taoist priest would run away.
Liao Ran also took out a bunch of change from his pocket and rounded it up, only 489. "How about betting 489?"
The Taoist priest took out another 10 yuan from his pile.
"You can't cheat once you land!" Liangran confirmed again.
The old Taoist nodded vigorously, "You old bald donkey, you are still pretending!"
See how you cry later!
Liaoran leisurely took out his phone, opened Taobao, found his balance, and proudly waved it in front of the Taoist priest. "Did you see it clearly? Come on, count how many zeros there are after the 1?"
The old Taoist opened his eyes wide and was counting to 0.
With quick eyes and hands, he put the Taoist priest and his own pile of money into his pocket.
No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it’s still meat!
One billion!
It really is 1 billion!
The old Taoist priest's lips trembled, "No, it's impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
"You don't already have it, do you?!"
Liao Ran opened the transfer record again, "Look carefully, don't say the monk cheated you! I want to earn this 489 clearly!"
The old Taoist priest felt his blood rushing up and his mind went blank!
He kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."
Can you make 1 billion yuan by fortune telling?!
Is he crazy, or is this world crazy?!
The smile on Liangran's face deepened. He would never miss out on free money!
A light bulb went off in the master's head.
He seems to have found a way to make money!
As long as there are more people like this...
Never mind, that's a bit unethical.
On the mountain road to Jingjing Temple.
"I've made money, I've made money, how should I spend it! I'll eat a chicken tonight and a duck tomorrow night!..." A small tricycle was singing all the way, looking so happy.
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In the passenger seat, Yu Nian held the stack of manuscript paper very carefully, with complex emotions welling up in his heart.
Ji Feizhi was in no hurry to drive. He turned around and looked over. "Niannian, what are you holding?"
He still cares a lot. Did Liangran tell Nian Nian?
She cried, why?
Yu Nian turned to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Ji Feizhi..." She choked.
Ji Feizhi's eyes were filled with panic, "What's wrong, Nian Nian?"
Everything was fine, why are you crying again?
Yu Nian bit her lip and shook her head.
She unbuckled her seat belt, then leaned back and solemnly placed the manuscript paper in her arms on the back seat.
She only wants to do one thing now.
Feel sorry for him.
Yu Nianwei stood up and suddenly threw herself into his arms. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears of heartache, "Ji Feizhi, I love you!"
The man's pupils trembled, and his usually indifferent face suddenly became petrified. Then an extremely complex expression emerged: surprise, ecstasy, confusion...
He swallowed and asked in disbelief, "Nian Nian, what did you say..."
Nian Nian said, I love him...
"Fool!"
Yu Nian tilted her head back, her red lips pressed against the man's sexy thin lips, and she gently traced on his lips, word by word, "I, love, you."
Silence is better than sound at this time.
Ji Feizhi's throat rolled, as if something exploded in his brain and heart.
He pinched her waist and kissed her deeply!
Not enough, still not enough...
He pushed harder and harder, as if he wanted to merge her into one with himself!
His thoughts said she loved him.
Nian Nian, I love you.
Love love love.
On the way back.
Ji Feizhi's raised mouth corners never lowered.
It is known that this monk is not bad.
Let Qi Yan transfer the money later.
That night.
Quiet Temple.
Everyone sat around the dining table.
The scene was eerily quiet for a moment.
The young apprentice finally couldn't help himself and looked at the steamed buns, eggs and porridge in front of him, "Master, where's the chicken we agreed to have tonight?"
Liaoran was silent for three seconds, then pointed at the egg in front of the little monk and asked, "What is this?"
Little monk, "Egg?"
"Is the egg part of the chicken?" Liaoran continued.
"Right..."
"Have you eaten chicken tonight?" Liaoran continued to fool around.
Little monk, “…!”
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Is this even possible?!
Master, his realm is too high, there is no limit...
"Eat quickly, the steamed buns will get cold soon and you won't be able to swallow them." Laran urged.
Liangran looked depressed and took a bite of the steamed bun.
He wants to eat chicken too!
When I first entered the temple, the chickens had not yet been slaughtered.
News reports indicate major flooding in the southwest.
The victims suffered heavy losses and starved.
Liaoran gritted his teeth and donated all the 1 billion yuan he had just received.
It hasn't even warmed up yet, and he's already feeling heartbroken!
He looked down at the eggs in the bowl again. If he hadn't cheated, oh no, he had fooled that old Taoist priest 489.
I can’t even eat these eggs!
Why!
Suddenly, the phone beeped.
Liaoran moved his ears. Someone transferred money?
He took out his cell phone and looked at it.
One billion!
The account for transfer, Ji Group!
The surprise came so suddenly that Laran couldn't close his mouth.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Mr. Ji, you still have me in your heart...
"Children, it's chicken tonight!"
The little monk ran very fast, "Master, I will kill him!"
I’m afraid that if I’m a step slower, the chicken will fly away again!
"Master, I'll go help!"
"I'm going too!"
Liao Ran shouted in great confidence, "Kill a few more! That's enough for today!"
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